Nov 17, 2008 18:44
My legs shake when i sit still and it scares me more than you'd know
that restless feeling i get when im alone, is a constant threat to my mental health
ill mess with the gurny as my makeup runs and i scratch my skin
close my eyes and count my sins
i cant sleep amongst the groans and the beeps
the thought of your pale face evades my happy imagination
and i run to wash away the images
you told me you were proud of me and it never touched my heart more
i dressed up and choked the liquid back, because you wouldnt want that
this house is caverness without you and all i can think about is your pain
my eyes well up like village water holes
and my stomach twists and turns as you suck down the morphine
its killing me to see you so distorted
but im counting down the days
until you shine your light into this cave.